Houšťouňany — a small village in southern Bohemia where the road ends and the mobile signal dies. A drowsy summer, drifting mosquitoes, and the smell of freshly cut grass: the backdrop for a married couple, a young sister-in-law, and their escape from the tedium of everyday life.
Žaneta was sprawled by the paddling pool, flicking through a magazine with glazed eyes. She still couldn’t fathom how she had let herself be talked into spending the summer holidays at her older sister’s place. She understood that Eva needed help with little Rozárka while she and her husband finished renovating the inherited cottage — but the pervasive boredom was slowly killing her.
She set down the magazine and stretched, catching out of the corner of her eye a quick ripple of the curtain. “There it is again. This can’t be a coincidence anymore,” she thought. She had first noticed it a few days ago and initially put it down to chance, but now she was certain. “It has to be Dušan — it always happens the moment Sis puts the baby down for a nap.” She wasn’t used to this kind of attention; her classmates at school had mostly ignored her, and so her brother-in-law’s interest was — if she was honest — rather flattering. She deliberately arched her chest so that her firm breasts pressed more noticeably against her swimsuit, and let her hand drift lazily toward her lap as though she were considering touching herself. “That ought to do it,” she smiled with satisfaction when the curtain stirred again. She had little experience, but she knew perfectly well what was happening on the other side of that window. “He’s definitely getting himself off in there. A grown man, playing with himself like a schoolboy.”
Then a sharp voice rang through the house and didn’t stop. She hauled herself up lazily to find out what was going on, threw her towel over her shoulder, and crossed the lawn to the door. She took the stairs quickly and found her sister upstairs, furious, tearing strips off a crestfallen husband. “The idiot was spying on you, and he was touching himself while he did it,” Eva snapped the moment she saw her.
“So I was right,” Žaneta thought. An unbidden image of her brother-in-law’s erection flitted through her mind. She only knew the male anatomy from pornography, and she was well aware that reality could be rather different — which was exactly why she decided to make the most of the situation and add at least something to her nearly nonexistent experience.
“You mean he actually — finished?” she asked, with a slightly mocking sniff.
“He didn’t get that far,” Eva said with a thin smile.
“Oh,” said Žaneta, and could not quite suppress the disappointment in her voice.
Eva shot her a curious look, but let it go. She didn’t come back to it until after lunch, when she was settling Rozárka down for her nap. “You can’t really blame him — you’re a pretty girl. Since the birth I just haven’t been in the mood, and it’s clearly getting to him. I know this is going to sound strange, but honestly? I don’t actually mind that he watches you and gets himself off thinking about you. And besides — I had the impression it didn’t exactly bother you either. Maybe…” She left the sentence unfinished.
“Maybe what?” Žaneta was caught off guard by her sister’s sudden candor.
“Maybe… it occurred to me… I know we’re sisters, but… I just wondered whether you might be willing to help him out somehow,” Eva said, forcing the words out.
“What, hold it for him? Aren’t you getting a bit carried away?” Žaneta yelped.
“No, no — nothing like that, I wouldn’t ask you for that. I was thinking more like — show him your breasts, or something along those lines…”
“Or something along those lines?” Žaneta raised an eyebrow meaningfully.
“I don’t know — maybe give him a hand. At least then he’d finally leave me in peace.”
Žaneta turned it over in her mind. Why shouldn’t she? Against her better judgment she felt herself growing warm between her legs. Her sister must have noticed, because she moved in immediately. “If you want to… I’ve got to stay here with Rozárka anyway… Dušan’s in the living room,” she offered.
Žaneta stood up without a word. “Am I really going to do this?” she swallowed as she made her way down the hall. She found her brother-in-law standing by the window. Suddenly she had no idea how to begin. “Did you really get yourself off watching me?” she asked in the end. A delicious tingle spread through her lower belly when he gave a sheepish nod. “Did you finish?” she pressed. He shook his head, red-faced with shame. “That’s a pity, don’t you think?” she said, stepping closer. “Go on then — don’t be shy,” she encouraged him. “Or don’t you find me attractive?” She slipped one strap of her swimsuit off her shoulder and offered him a view of her bare breast.
Only then did it dawn on him that she was serious. Visibly flustered, he pulled a soft cock out of his shorts and began working it in his hand, his gaze fixed on her breast. She watched with fascination as he grew hard, unable to tear her eyes from the glistening head of his penis, breathing almost not at all with excitement. Almost unconsciously, she pulled the tight swimsuit fabric away from where it had been pressing between her lips, and it took every last ounce of willpower not to tear it off entirely and touch herself.
“Show me,” he groaned, his cock now fully hard in his hand. Uncertainly, she obeyed. Unlike Dušan, who was masturbating furiously, she felt oddly self-conscious standing there with her bikini bottoms pulled halfway down her thighs — and at the same time, surprisingly grown-up. “I’m actually turning him on,” she thought with a kind of wonder. Then a warm splash of semen landed on her lower belly.
“We didn’t agree on that,” she said, wiping the thinning liquid from her skin with an expression of theatrical distaste. She listened to his stuttering apologies, quickly straightened herself up, and stumbled out into the hallway, where she had to lean against the cool wall for a moment to collect herself. Absently she wiped the last traces of semen from her hand with the towel and made her hesitant way back to her sister.
“How did it go?” Eva greeted her eagerly.
“He got off. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it.”
“See? That wasn’t so terrible,” Eva said with a wink. “Did you enjoy it?”
Žaneta nodded, a flush rising in her cheeks.
“Did you take care of yourself too?” her sister pressed.
“No,” Žaneta said quietly.
“Why not?”
“It would have felt weird.”
“You prude,” Eva smiled.
“I showed him my — I showed him,” Žaneta said defensively.
“Now that’s more like it,” her sister said approvingly.
They might have continued, but a whimper from the cot cut them short, and they never came back to the subject. Žaneta spent the rest of the day helping with the cleanup after the painting, grateful that Dušan was outside laying the paving stones, because she had no idea how to behave around him.
She couldn’t avoid him forever, though. At dinner she kept her eyes averted and noticed her brother-in-law was faring no better. Only Eva acted as though nothing had happened — she even needled them both, telling them to stop looking so funereal when they clearly got along so well now.
After the meal, Dušan crashed on the sofa with his head resting against his wife’s shoulder. The two women were entertaining themselves with the volume of his snoring, and the evening seemed set to pass without incident — when his penis slipped out through the loose leg of his boxers. Žaneta couldn’t stop staring. Eva noticed the object of her attention too, shot her a conspiratorial glance, and closed her fingers around the limp member.
Žaneta watched it slowly harden and wondered how this would end. Then Dušan gave a start and stared wide-eyed at what was happening in his lap. “Are you out of your mind?” he snapped at his wife, who continued without missing a beat and tried to pull his hand away when he reached to stop her.
“Surely you don’t mind all of a sudden? Žaneta’s already seen it,” Eva said, unperturbed. “She seemed to like your cock quite a lot, actually,” she teased him. Dušan shot Žaneta a reproachful look; she dropped her eyes guiltily. “Maybe she’ll show you hers again,” Eva said, glancing at her with an inviting smile.
Žaneta was slowly realizing that this was exciting her — as much as it clearly was Dušan, who was holding her in a hypnotic stare. “They really want me to undress in front of them?” she thought, pulling up short. Flustered, she bit her lower lip — and then, her heart thudding, slowly unzipped her denim shorts. She wriggled out of them clumsily and hesitated when it came to her underwear. She had almost no experience to draw on, but she knew perfectly well that if she stopped now everything would come to an abrupt end — so she quickly pulled them down. Standing there in nothing but a short T-shirt with no bra underneath, she felt utterly ridiculous. She hung her head helplessly, suddenly not knowing what to do next.
“You have a beautiful pussy — no wonder Dušan likes it so much,” Eva said, running an appreciative eye over her. “Go on, make yourself feel good — I’m sure you need it,” she urged, and Žaneta found her hand sliding between her legs almost against her will. The wet sounds of her own touching filled her with a complicated mix of emotions — shame, and yet an acute awareness of the gazes fixed on her lap, which stirred in her a craving to come in front of them, a craving that was not long in being satisfied. With a desperate cry she curled into the spasm of her orgasm and pressed her open palm over herself in sudden embarrassment.
By the time she came back to herself, Eva was already impatiently wriggling out of her housedress. She pulled her underwear aside, and an instant later lowered herself onto her husband’s erect cock. Žaneta watched in stunned disbelief as it disappeared inside her sister, and the unbidden thought crossed her mind — what would it feel like to be in her place? Eva, her back against Dušan’s chest, set her own pace. Her face flushed deep red as she worked herself up and down, urging him to hold on until she was done. “Just a little longer… nearly there… nearly… please hold on… please,” she gasped breathlessly. “Now… now… come inside me… do it—” she went rigid just as a sweat-sheened Dušan, eyes wide, came inside her.
“I haven’t enjoyed that properly in a long time,” Eva said, wiping away the semen trickling from between her legs. Only then did she notice Žaneta, who was staring at them with huge eyes, and a satisfied smile played at her lips. “See how you helped us,” she said with a wink.
Žaneta reached sheepishly for her underwear. In the context of what she had just witnessed, she suddenly felt very young. “They had sex in front of me and I fingered myself like a little girl,” she thought, cringing inwardly. In a sudden wave of sobering clarity she retreated to her room, where she lay in bed replaying the day over and over. “How am I supposed to look them in the eye tomorrow morning?” was her last thought before sleep took her.
